Chapter 16
Chapter 16 He's Gone Mad
Idris was angry, and so was I. I wanted to vent all the grievances that I had held back for so long." Idris Young, are you not clear on why I want to divorce you? Moore is pregnant. What do you expect me to do? I yelled at him, my chest hurting. Yes, I had fallen in love with him. It was a love that developed over a fragmented and difficult two years. Only I knew the pain of having to pull away now.
He paused for a moment, and his brows furrowed. "Moore's pregnant?" There was surprise and shock in his eyes, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.
Did he not know Moore was pregnant? However, I was only stunned for a moment. Moore would have told him sooner or later anyway. I turned around, preparing to leave.
However, he grabbed my wrist. "Do you want to divorce me because Moore's pregnant?"
I frowned and tried to shake off his hand, retorting, "Is that not reason enough for a divorce?"
"No!" He pulled me into his arms, his dark eyes fixed on me. He spoke in a low and restrained voice, " If it's because of that, then listen carefully, Yvette. I won't agree to a divorce. I'll handle her situation and gi "How will you handle it?" I looked at him somewhat sarcastically. "Will you ask her to get an abortion? Or will you start a little family with her on the side, where the three of you will live in secrecy?"
He frowned. "Yvette, can't we have a proper conversation?"
I pushed him away. He never denied that the
child was his, which was enough to prove that there was no point in us continuing this relationship. I took a breath, looked at him, and said firmly, "Idris, I'll definitely divorce you. I'm someone who's obsessed w "Yvette!" He gripped my hand, practically growling my name. "Have I indulged you too much in the past two years?"
His grip hurt my wrist, and I felt suffocated. I looked into
his cold eyes and could not help but scoff." Indulge? Mr. Young, you're really something. We were never more than a fake couple that slept together a few times. You've really taken your role as a husband too The expression on his face under the moonlight was becoming increasingly dark. I knew he was holding back his anger. Well, what did it matter? I did not care. I shook off his hand. All I wanted to do was get off this mountain.
I had underestimated just how crazy and irrational an angered man could become. Night in the mountains was a lethal cold, and it shook my heart. I could not describe Idris' madness, but I felt a certain chill in my heart. I never knew he could be this kind of person.
The next day.
By the time I had regained consciousness, it was already the next morning. My clothes were back on, and I had an extra layer: the custom-made black suit Idris had worn last night.
I looked around and found myself in a stone cave with a pile of dimly lit firewood in front of me. The location was windproof, and the fire kept it warm.
I did not see Idris around, so I got up and walked out of the cave. That was when I saw the sunrise on
the other side of the mountain. Its golden rays slowly rose above the mist between countless peaks, painting half the sky yellow. The scene was so beautiful it felt surreal.
Idris sat on a rock at the top of the mountain, a cigarette pinched between his prominent knuckles. He was not smoking it, but merely letting it burn to ashes.
Probably aware of my gaze, he turned his head to face me. His handsome face was as inscrutable as ever. Then, he patted the spot beside him and said, "I'm sorry."